August
August is such a confusing month isn't it?
August
“Ohh, guess"that’s how it sounds,
a month full of surprises.
Like a chameleon, you can’t confirm it.
You think it’s hot,
only to find it’s cold...
hot air, dusty and cold,
promising warmth,
yet stealing breath.
It gives,
yet takes.
It confuses the green,
leaving you unsure if it’s dying,
or just waiting to bloom again.
It’s complicated.
I guess that’s just love, isn’t it?
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